Chapter One
Oliver
“Fuck him,” Robbie bites as he takes a swig of his beer. “Fuck that motherfucker and his thieving ass to hell.”
I stare at the television inside Rum Rocks, the dive bar by his apartment that he loves to hang out at most of the time these days.
The young blonde news anchor goes on and on about Sloane’s rise to fortune and how his innovative approach to security will change the world.
But then again, I guess that’s par for the course when you’re the CEO of a multi-billion dollar company like Veil Technologies.
“There he goes again,” Harrold, the surly old bartender who runs the Rocks, notes as he polishes his beer stein.
I give Harrold a knowing look as I stroke my boyfriend’s back.
“Shut the fuck up, Harry,” Robbie snaps.
“Come on, baby, let’s get you home,” I say with a sigh.
I wish I could say this was the first time he’s called me to pick his ass up, drunk and pissed off, but it’s not.
Lately, it’s happening more and more. I’m a little worried my boyfriend is on some sort of downward spiral, but I’m not sure how to stop it.
“Oliver, come on, stay a while…” Robbie says, pleading with his deep brown eyes.
“It’s not like you have a job to go to.” His words aren’t meant to be harsh, but I still feel the impact.
I loved my liaison job at the library. Truly, I did, but due to budget cuts and lack of funding, they had decided my job wasn’t necessary and that the clerks could do it instead.
It’s not their fault, or mine, but it still sucks.
I’ve put out several applications to other libraries, but every single one has been rejected.
I need to find a job soon, or we’re both going to be screwed.
“Seriously, you talk about the asshole so much, it’s like you’re obsessed,” Harrold says, setting his glass down. “Am I right, Oliver?” Harry chuckles.
Before I can say anything, Robbie slams his beer down.
“He stole my fucking algorithm, you ass hat!” Robbie yells so loud a couple of the other guys at the end of the bar turn our way.
“Robbie—” I move to grab him, but he shoves me off. “Come on.”
I need to get him out of here before he does something or says something he’ll regret later.
“Then why don’t you fucking sue his ass?” Harrold asks.
Robbie shakes his head. “You got money for a fucking lawyer back there, Harry?”
I sigh, trying to pull him away from the bar, but he isn’t budging.
“Fuck no. What do I look like, a bank?”
Robbie flips him off, and I pull him up again.
“Exactly,” Robbie snaps. “Neither do I, on account Veil Technologies fired my ass for a breach of contract.”
I’ve heard this story a dozen times, and it never gets easier. I pinch the spot between my eyes, feeling a migraine coming on.
“Sounds like a you problem,” Harry says as I pull Robbie up, and he falls into my arms easily.
“Maybe you should blackmail him instead,” one of the guys at the end of the bar says with a laugh. “Works for all those other guys.”
Harrold scoffs. “With what? His impeccable personality?” He shakes his head.
I roll my eyes as they laugh.
Robbie stands straighter.
“Wait…”
Robbie leans against me, looking up at me with glazed dark eyes.
“Don’t listen to them,” I tell him. “They’re drunk.”
Robbie’s gaze roves over my face, drifting to my mouth. I half-worry he’s going to kiss me because he’s drunk, and when he gets drunk, he gets sloppy and handsy and rough. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like it—I like things a little rough sometimes, but not out in the open like this…
He doesn’t kiss me, though, and I’m thankful when he follows me as I move us away from the bar. I wave to Harrold.
“Thanks, Harry,” I say as he waves back.
“Take care, Oliver.”
I manage to get us both outside and into my car without too much hassle. Robbie falls into the passenger seat like a boneless chicken.
I start the car, and it sputters, trying to kick over.
“No, no, not now…” I groan. I try again. And again. I bang my head on the steering wheel. “Fucking piece of shit.”
I’d planned on getting a new used car before the end of the year, but I hadn’t planned on having to use the money I’d saved to live off of until I found another job. So the piece of shit stays until I can find something else and replenish what I used.
I try one more time, and it kicks over. I breathe a sigh of relief, pulling out of the parking lot.
“It could work, I think,” Robbie says quietly.
“Huh?”
I focus on the road, though there’s not much traffic.
“The blackmail,” he says.
I roll my eyes again. “I told you, those guys are idiots. Drunk idiots. They don’t know what they’re talking about.”
Robbie scoffs. “No, they don’t. But I do.”
I pull into the parking lot of his apartment complex.
“Okay, baby. Whatever you say,” I say, if only to placate his drunk ramblings.
“I’m serious, Oliver,” he says as I help him out of the car.
He leans into my space, pressing his body against me.
“Serious about blackmailing Sloane Pierce, CEO of Veil Technologies,” I say sarcastically.
Robbie nods.
“Serious about blackmailing my ex-boyfriend, who stole everything from me.”
I raise an eyebrow to that. Robbie told me he worked for Sloane for a while. Told me he got fired over a breach of contract, but he never told me what it was.
And he certainly never told me he and Sloane were… together.
He could be lying. He is drunk, after all, but something tells me he’s not.
“Oh yeah? And what’s your plan, genius?” I tease him. My hands slide over his hip, and the wind blows the trees. I’m suddenly aware of how dark it is in this parking lot. How Robbie’s looking at me.
I tense.
“You,” he says, his voice dark. He pushes me against the side of the car, trapping my body.
I wish I could say I hated it, but I don’t. Nor do I hate the faint twitch of his cock as he grinds against me. Or the way he grabs my throat.
“Robbie…” I whisper, my voice raspy. “You’re drunk, and we’re outside. In public.”
“Don’t tell me you wouldn’t suck my dick right here, Oliver. I know you.”
He kisses me, hard. My body locks up, freezing underneath his touch, his weight.
I’m equal parts aroused and terrified.
“I know what you crave.” He snickers. I find his gaze. I should tell him to stop. I should stop him.
But the only time he touches me like this is when he’s drunk, and I like it too much to tell him to stop.
“Just like I know him,” he whispers, his hand sliding between us. I hear the latch of his belt, the shifting of fabric, and I close my eyes, knowing what’s coming.
His grip on my throat tightens as he leans in, his voice low.
“Now get on your knees and suck my dick, sweetheart.”
He pushes me to the ground, and I barely get a chance to speak before he shoves his cock down my throat in one swift motion.
I grab his legs, needing the support, and stay as still as I can. I let him use my mouth how he wants because it’s better that way. This isn’t about me—it never is.
Robbie holds my head still, and fucks my mouth, hard and fast. I can barely breathe as he grunts out his release a few seconds later.
I swallow his cum, and I hate it. I hate how this feels, but what I hate more than anything is that I like it, too.
I get up as he tucks his dick back into his pants. The air is cold and chills me down to my bones.
He looks at me with a grin.
“Such a good boy, Oliver,” he says with a grunt.
I ignore his comment because I don’t feel good at all.
Not like I should.
“I think I have the perfect job for you.”